Britta: Let me guess. You’re a flimsy excuse to be shirtless, wearing silk underwear.Jeff: And you’re, as wrong as you are welcome.

Britta: Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean that we have to do everything together.Jeff: Well, you need to do some things together.Troy: We do some things. We do a lot of things. Not all the things. Things.

Jeff: The only thing spooky about this place is the tacky decor, it’s like David Lee Roth threw up Miami Vice.

Annie: I don’t know. Maybe Pierce isn’t doing so well since he lost his father and then his inheritance in a video game battle with Gilbert, an illegitimate half-Brother he never knew he had. I guess I’ve never said it out loud.

Pierce: I had to come up with that awesome dusting story because if you knew what spooked me, you’d probably call me crazy and old.Jeff: No one’s gonna call you, Pierce.

Jeff: Cornelius was barely a dad. Now, he’s nothing. And Pierce can keep staring into that void or he can turn around, face his future like I did, and say, “who gives a crap who my dad was? I’m my own man now. I-” Wow. Pretty slick, Britta, using ghosts to trick me into opening up. Too bad it didn’t work.Britta: Aw, man, so this is what the zone feels like. Oh! Analyze this!

Britta: Denial is the first step to acceptance.Jeff: That can’t be right.Britta: Says the deny-ist.Jeff: Not a word.Britta: You want to keep digging this hole? Confronting your daddy issues now could prevent you from ending up haunted, like Pierce.Jeff: I’ll never end up like Pierce.Britta: Won’t you?Jeff: No, because I’m nothing like him.Britta: Aren’t you?Jeff: Are you gonna keep doing that?Britta: Am I?Jeff: The worst therapist? No, because you’re not a therapist.